It Took a Week (TMNT x reader)

A new friend or two

When you woke up, you didnt immediately realize that anything was amiss. After all, your walls were still that ugly beige you wished you could paint over. After all, your bedsheets were still soft under your back, your covers were still as secure as usual, everything looked fine.

For a New York apartment, nothing was amiss.

For a college student dependent on a shabby little apartment, nothing was amiss. Nothing that you'd notice, anyways. Nothing like how family portraits were facing a different direction than they had the night before. That your mother's portrait with you was on a different wall than it had been before.

That the fridge seemed to be rearranged in a different way. The milk was on the wrong shelf, butter was just lain carelessly along the top shelf.

Nothing you'd notice. There were plenty of times you snacked after hours before bed.

Nothing you'd note.

You went about the usual schedule for the weekdays. Get dressed in something you felt fine in, grab something quick for breakfast, set up a backpack for the walk to university, and get out the door just as quickly.

The benefit and alas, the fault of staying up too late at night, waking up too early in the mornings, and not taking damn online classes. You should've. You regretted not picking that option, at this point.

The trek to campus was as casual and loud as it ever had been.

People walking down the street without a care in the world, bumping shoulders with you as you didn't bother to move out of their way. They wouldn't, so why should you?

The only odd thing was that as you passed by a street corner, where you'd expected to greet a friend on the way to classes, she was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't that weird, you supposed. She would either be late or absent, and her professors would be on her ass for it. That wasn't your concern. You could always text once you got there.

The second thing you took note of was the fact there was a substitute teacher. And in your head, you bemoan it. Of course, there's some new chump who won't understand how the class works. How no one would pay attention if you were uproarious.

None of your concern.

Your concern came when a young woman who had been sitting across the aisle from you got up in an instant and moved to sit close to you, launching off into talking.

"April O' Neil, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too" you state, digging through a couple of textbooks and a sleek little laptop you'd purchased for notes.

"I've never seen you in this class before now. I've taken note of everyone in this lecture. Why is that?"

"Well, April, I usually take night classes for this. Got switched over."

"Uh-huh," she nods slowly, sorting through her things for a moment before setting a textbook on the desk the two of you were now sharing. She just watches you out of the corner of her eye, and you watch back.

Now her, you've never seen before.

Something about her name seemed vaguely similar, but lots of people had rather common names. April was definitely a common name.

"Are we sitting over here, A?" On comes along another girl, sitting on the other side of April while leaning over

"We are. I'm introducin' myself to the new kid."

"There's a new kid?"

"I'm not a new kid." you sigh a short chuckle, signing into your laptop while the girl beside April leans over the desk to get a good look at you "just new to the morning class"